(AN: Again, if you're confused check my profile by clicking on my pen name.
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Maybe that'll help a bit.)
Disclaimer: I own.nothing! My characters are the extended Dolan family, Nightwing the bird, and the location of Hound's Hollow (also everything found therein). I'm in college and I'm broke.
Later that night, another portal opened in the front yard. This portal was one that was created as an exit from Middle Earth instead of from the Muggle World. Patrick, silently, led the four wizards up the front walk and to the house. Entering the house quietly, the wizards were stopped by Sirius Black. He didn't say anything, at first; he just stared in blatant shock.
Then he said, "I can't believe it's really you."
He tried to pull the four wizards into a tearful hug.
"Sirius, man, calm down. You'll wake the kids up," said Remus, who had been sitting by the fire.
His wife had gone back to their home, the Wolf's Lair.
"But Remus," Sirius began and then he saw Remus get up and join their tearful hug.
"Should we wake the kids and tell them," suggested James.
"Why not," added Sirius.
"No, not like this," Patrick said, "It will scare them."
"How should we do it, then?" asked Lily.
"Sirius, take Lily and James up to Harry's room. Remus, take Daisy and Chris to Cora's room. Do it that way," Patrick suggested.
He figured, this way, the two wizards would not be overwhelmed and get nervous. He wanted them to be comfortable with the idea that their parents, long absent from their lives, had returned from the dead.
The group of witches and wizards walked up the stairs to the second floor. There they parted ways. Harry's room and Cora's room were on two separate wings. Remus headed right, taking Chris and Daisy to Cora's room
"Be careful, guys, and watch your head when you go in," he told them.
Each did as they were told, making sure not to his their heads on the bird cage that hung next to the door. In the cage slept a small brown and black falcon, Cora's mail bird Nightwing. Though the room was dark, Daisy and Chris could make out the outlines of a huge bookcase full of books, a large dresser and desk, and several posters on the wall. The window was open and the curtains were blowing in the light breeze.
"I'll wake her up but then I'm going," Remus told the child's parents, "This is something you two have to settle yourselves."
They accepted the offer and backed into the shadows.
Remus went over to the bed and gently shook the sleeping child. She groaned and turned over in her sleep. He shook her again and, this time, she opened one of her eyes.
Sleepily, she asked, "What's wrong?"
Remus gave a small laugh and said, "Nothing's wrong, Cora. Everything's fine. I just have some people who'd like to meet you."
Cora yawned and sat up in bed, wondering just exactly what was going on. Remus motioned for her parents to step into the light.
Cora look bewildered and Remus said, "Daisy, Chris, I'd like you to meet Cora. Cora, these are your parents."
Except for the sound of Remus leaving the room and closing the door behind him and the rustle Nightwing made as he changed positions in his cage, there was no sound in the room. Cora still looked bewildered and her parents looked hopeful.
"At least she's not screaming like we're monsters," Chris whispered to his wife, trying to lighten the heavy mood.
Daisy just glared, humorlessly, at her husband. His jokes just weren't funny at a time like this. Cora, meanwhile, had managed to get some semblance of her common sense together. Her sleep addled brain was still a bit fuzzy but that haze was slowly but surely clearing out.
"Are you two really here or am I dreaming?" Cora said, half to herself.
It was only in her wildest dreams that her parents came back to life. When she was younger, she use to tell Grams about these dreams. The old woman, upset by the loss of her youngest son, would shoot down her dreams telling her to keep her head in the here and now.
"You're not dreaming, it's really us," Daisy answered.
"But how, you're dead?" Cora questioned, her mind going back to her younger days.
"My brother, your Uncle Patrick, brought us back--Him and his elves," Chris replied.
Cora seemed to accept that answer. She had first hand knowledge about her uncle's elves. They were powerful beings, beings not to be trifled with. With that in mind, Cora began to cry.
"What's wrong?" Daisy, quickly, asked, afraid she had, in some way, offended her daughter.
"Nothing, I think. I'm happy. You're not going to have to leave again, are you?" she said, muffled slightly because of her tears.
"Never, we're here for the long run," Chris said, sitting on the bed and hugging his daughter.
Daisy sat on Cora's other side and entered the embrace as well. Cora just tried to hug both of them and cried.
"Ok, guys, this is it. Are you ready," Sirius asked, when he reached Harry's door, which was down the left had hallway.
"I'm not really sure, I'm ready. I'm scared," Lily said to her long time friend.
"Don't worry, Harry's a great kid. You'll love him and, I know, he'll love you," Sirius said, using his old charm in an attempt to comfort Lily.
"I'm sorry but the longer we stand here, the worse it's going to be. Let's go," James said, taking charge like he use to when he was a student in Hogwarts.
Sirius pushed the door open and woke Harry up.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, confused, groping about for his glasses.
He wasn't sure where he was or what was going on. Then the realization of where he was, currently, staying hit him. He put his black glasses on and faced his Godfather.
"Cora's uncle just came home. He brought you a couple of surprises," Sirius said, with a smile.
Harry nearly fainted when he saw his parents appear next to Sirius. Seeing his parents alive and well was something that could only happen in a dream or as an image in the Mirror of Erised. It was just a fantasy not something that could ever occur. Yet his parents were standing next to his Godfather, looking as nervous as could be.
"I'll just leave you three to get to know each other," Sirius said, leaving the room.
The three wizards looked at each other for a few tense moments. Each of them didn't know how to articulate how they were feeling or what questions they wanted to ask.
"How?" was all Harry could stammer, once he found his voice.
"Cora's uncle brought us back. He knows these things--elves he called them-- that helped him," Lily answered.
"But Dumbledore said that it was impossible to bring the dead back," Harry said, remembering something his headmaster told him at the end of his fourth year.
"That's true but I guess he's never met Patrick's friends," James answered.
"Friends?" Harry asked, his mind wandering to the recently reincarnated Lord Voldemort and his circle of "friends."
"They're the good kind of friends. You'll have to ask him later," Lily said.
Looking sheepish, Lily pulled Harry into a hug. She wasn't sure this was the proper thing to do with a nearly fifteen year old boy but, when he returned the hug, she knew it was ok. James, reluctant at first, joined the embrace as well.
Disclaimer: I own.nothing! My characters are the extended Dolan family, Nightwing the bird, and the location of Hound's Hollow (also everything found therein). I'm in college and I'm broke.
Later that night, another portal opened in the front yard. This portal was one that was created as an exit from Middle Earth instead of from the Muggle World. Patrick, silently, led the four wizards up the front walk and to the house. Entering the house quietly, the wizards were stopped by Sirius Black. He didn't say anything, at first; he just stared in blatant shock.
Then he said, "I can't believe it's really you."
He tried to pull the four wizards into a tearful hug.
"Sirius, man, calm down. You'll wake the kids up," said Remus, who had been sitting by the fire.
His wife had gone back to their home, the Wolf's Lair.
"But Remus," Sirius began and then he saw Remus get up and join their tearful hug.
"Should we wake the kids and tell them," suggested James.
"Why not," added Sirius.
"No, not like this," Patrick said, "It will scare them."
"How should we do it, then?" asked Lily.
"Sirius, take Lily and James up to Harry's room. Remus, take Daisy and Chris to Cora's room. Do it that way," Patrick suggested.
He figured, this way, the two wizards would not be overwhelmed and get nervous. He wanted them to be comfortable with the idea that their parents, long absent from their lives, had returned from the dead.
The group of witches and wizards walked up the stairs to the second floor. There they parted ways. Harry's room and Cora's room were on two separate wings. Remus headed right, taking Chris and Daisy to Cora's room
"Be careful, guys, and watch your head when you go in," he told them.
Each did as they were told, making sure not to his their heads on the bird cage that hung next to the door. In the cage slept a small brown and black falcon, Cora's mail bird Nightwing. Though the room was dark, Daisy and Chris could make out the outlines of a huge bookcase full of books, a large dresser and desk, and several posters on the wall. The window was open and the curtains were blowing in the light breeze.
"I'll wake her up but then I'm going," Remus told the child's parents, "This is something you two have to settle yourselves."
They accepted the offer and backed into the shadows.
Remus went over to the bed and gently shook the sleeping child. She groaned and turned over in her sleep. He shook her again and, this time, she opened one of her eyes.
Sleepily, she asked, "What's wrong?"
Remus gave a small laugh and said, "Nothing's wrong, Cora. Everything's fine. I just have some people who'd like to meet you."
Cora yawned and sat up in bed, wondering just exactly what was going on. Remus motioned for her parents to step into the light.
Cora look bewildered and Remus said, "Daisy, Chris, I'd like you to meet Cora. Cora, these are your parents."
Except for the sound of Remus leaving the room and closing the door behind him and the rustle Nightwing made as he changed positions in his cage, there was no sound in the room. Cora still looked bewildered and her parents looked hopeful.
"At least she's not screaming like we're monsters," Chris whispered to his wife, trying to lighten the heavy mood.
Daisy just glared, humorlessly, at her husband. His jokes just weren't funny at a time like this. Cora, meanwhile, had managed to get some semblance of her common sense together. Her sleep addled brain was still a bit fuzzy but that haze was slowly but surely clearing out.
"Are you two really here or am I dreaming?" Cora said, half to herself.
It was only in her wildest dreams that her parents came back to life. When she was younger, she use to tell Grams about these dreams. The old woman, upset by the loss of her youngest son, would shoot down her dreams telling her to keep her head in the here and now.
"You're not dreaming, it's really us," Daisy answered.
"But how, you're dead?" Cora questioned, her mind going back to her younger days.
"My brother, your Uncle Patrick, brought us back--Him and his elves," Chris replied.
Cora seemed to accept that answer. She had first hand knowledge about her uncle's elves. They were powerful beings, beings not to be trifled with. With that in mind, Cora began to cry.
"What's wrong?" Daisy, quickly, asked, afraid she had, in some way, offended her daughter.
"Nothing, I think. I'm happy. You're not going to have to leave again, are you?" she said, muffled slightly because of her tears.
"Never, we're here for the long run," Chris said, sitting on the bed and hugging his daughter.
Daisy sat on Cora's other side and entered the embrace as well. Cora just tried to hug both of them and cried.
"Ok, guys, this is it. Are you ready," Sirius asked, when he reached Harry's door, which was down the left had hallway.
"I'm not really sure, I'm ready. I'm scared," Lily said to her long time friend.
"Don't worry, Harry's a great kid. You'll love him and, I know, he'll love you," Sirius said, using his old charm in an attempt to comfort Lily.
"I'm sorry but the longer we stand here, the worse it's going to be. Let's go," James said, taking charge like he use to when he was a student in Hogwarts.
Sirius pushed the door open and woke Harry up.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, confused, groping about for his glasses.
He wasn't sure where he was or what was going on. Then the realization of where he was, currently, staying hit him. He put his black glasses on and faced his Godfather.
"Cora's uncle just came home. He brought you a couple of surprises," Sirius said, with a smile.
Harry nearly fainted when he saw his parents appear next to Sirius. Seeing his parents alive and well was something that could only happen in a dream or as an image in the Mirror of Erised. It was just a fantasy not something that could ever occur. Yet his parents were standing next to his Godfather, looking as nervous as could be.
"I'll just leave you three to get to know each other," Sirius said, leaving the room.
The three wizards looked at each other for a few tense moments. Each of them didn't know how to articulate how they were feeling or what questions they wanted to ask.
"How?" was all Harry could stammer, once he found his voice.
"Cora's uncle brought us back. He knows these things--elves he called them-- that helped him," Lily answered.
"But Dumbledore said that it was impossible to bring the dead back," Harry said, remembering something his headmaster told him at the end of his fourth year.
"That's true but I guess he's never met Patrick's friends," James answered.
"Friends?" Harry asked, his mind wandering to the recently reincarnated Lord Voldemort and his circle of "friends."
"They're the good kind of friends. You'll have to ask him later," Lily said.
Looking sheepish, Lily pulled Harry into a hug. She wasn't sure this was the proper thing to do with a nearly fifteen year old boy but, when he returned the hug, she knew it was ok. James, reluctant at first, joined the embrace as well.